From the poll I gathered many of you decided Lewis Hamilton would be a corgi!
Of course I didn't draw Hamilton with a docked tail
I also really love this new lineless/rendered style so I redid my Charles Leclerc one which you can see underneath the cut:
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Summary: Put my mind at ease, pretty please. I need your hands on me, sweet relief. Pretty, please.
Rating: +18
Warnings: p!rn with plot, oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected (wrap it befor you tap it!), n!pple play
Word count: 1.9k
Note: i saw those requests and then thought: why not put BOTH together? because they can match pretty well and then I can put more effort to it!
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Monaco GP, it was the best and worst time of this year for you.
Best because it was the time your company loved to send you to the small country - with the intention of getting contracts and media visibility, as well as having potential drivers as the face of the brand, so you could visit, wear fancy clothes and have fun without spending a penny. And the worst time because you would have to see your ex, racing in those dangerous cars.
It's not every day you're the ex-girlfriend of seven-time champion Lewis Hamilton.
Your relationship was a bit rocky, all the fault of the media, which you managed to hide from - with almost a few escapades, and after a year you broke up on a bit of a weird note. You've changed a lot in the meantime - even though you promised everything would stay the same, so part of you blame yourself for the break up. But now was your time to shine, after five months of being single you finally felt you deserved to have some fun. And this weekend would be it.
With the company credentials, you avoided him all weekend - even if you needed to talk to Mercedes, you waited when you knew he wouldn't be there, because if you saw him, your knees would turn to jelly, because even if you weren't with him anymore, it was impossible to deny how gorgeous he was.
The race on Sunday occurred unexpectedly with a win by him, you knew you would have a party and somehow your company wanted you there, like it or not. So it was 10pm and you were in a dark red dress, squeezing your curves, along with other reps who wanted the same thing as you - but you had something they didn't: the driver's eyes going into your body like a magnet. As soon as the Brit saw you in the sea of people, he walked over to you, a little surprised, but still giving you a quick hug and a polite smile.
"You here, it's a surprise."
"I came on business, don't worry."
"In that dress?" He held up a playful smile.
"Hey! It was a gift from you."
"I know. That's why." His lips drew close over her ear. "Only I was allowed to see it on you."
"So confident, aren't you?" You placed your hand on his chest, cracking a smile and rolling your eyes, before walking to the bar.
What was that all about? You thought, grabbing a random drink to justify the blush on your cheeks - which were like that from the interaction.
After that, you spent the rest of the party avoiding him, a little stressed out from the fact that your mind had simply stopped working after that interaction-especially that several businessmen kept asking you how you managed to talk to him so quickly and you had to explain that it was for the company and not the fact that you'd screwed with him for a year. From afar, he watched how people were vultures with you, but didn't want to make any moves for your obvious stress. The truth was you wanted him there now, scattering those people.
As the party came to an end, people were leaving, yet you knew he would have an after party. So when he saw only you at the door, he cracked a smile, walking over to you.
"You know me very well."
"Of course, Lew. Is it going to be here?"
"In the room in the basement. Just friends."
"Am I included?"
"Of course, there's always room for you."
Arriving at the luxurious venue, you sat on the couch, cracking a smile and watching him pour a brown liquid into a glass, handing it to you. You sipped your drink, looking at the others there - and recognising almost everyone. It was strange, not being at a party like this with his hand around your waist, the gentle kisses on your jaw.
Suddenly, you felt someone pulling you and it was him. His braids were messier, now without his blazer and a truer smile. The weekend was playing in the background, and his hand on your waist indicated that he wanted you to follow his movements, dancing slowly - just like several of the guests.
"I missed dancing with you. "
"I mean, you missed my body against yours." You retorted, turning your back to him and positioning both of Lewis's hands on your waist.
"That too." He leaned his face on your shoulder.
"That too?"
"Yes. I miss your perfume near my face."
You continued to dance to the beat of the music, exchanging a few glances, until he led you over to where the drinks were. Leaning against the counter, you did the same, but in front of him.
"And how's work?" He asked, handing you another drink.
"Pretty good. I won a promotion. I imagine you're doing well, a win here."
"Well, I'm still feeling like I haven't celebrated enough."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Maybe I don't want to be alone tonight."
"And who will be the lucky girl?"
He didn't answer at first, just brushed his foot against his own, taking a sip of his drink.
"Hopefully, you." Hamilton stifled a breath.
"Oh."
Your head was full of counterpoints, yet the thought of having him for the night was something very sexy and almost impossible to not want to. It was like everything was running wildly. So you felt a hand on your thigh and a mumbled apology.
“No… It’s okay. We can go.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Just put my mind at ease.”
You two stumbled at his apartment door 10 minutes later, giggling like two teenagers. When he closed the door, his lips were going against yours in a desperate kiss - it was the only thing that he needed right now, your hands running against his chest unbuttoning his shirt while his hands grabbed your ass. Lewis pushed you against the sofa, getting on top of you, with his hands on your back, que started to unzip your dress, leaving your bare chest to his vision, making the dark skinned man smile and lower his kisses directly towards one of your nipples, ripping whimpers out of your mouth.
His mouth was amazing and he didn’t even go down on you yet. You were still squirming with him playing with your nipples when you lowered your hands to his belt, pulling in one go and pulling his pants down, grabbing his ass on top of the black Calvin Klein's he was wearing.
“Calm down, pretty girl. Did you forget who’s in charge? It’s not been that long.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“That’s better.”
Hamilton put his hand around your neck, closing your air flow for a few seconds, then giving a squeeze so his fingers would be marked there for a while. He lowered his body, pulling the rest of the red dress out, revealing your black thong - making him groan at the view. The British was in a hurry, like he needed to have you with him, so soon his hands were spreading your thighs and snapping your trousers away, to finally his mouth to be against your core.
He altered between sucking and licking your clit, leaving you a puddle of moans. Slowly, he inserted two fingers inside of you, with their tips curled, pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“I missed you.” You said between moans right after feeling him smile against you.
It didn’t take too long before he was driving you crazy, making you have a tortuously slow orgasm until you were too overwhelmed with touch. Your hands were holding his braids and pushing his face against you until he pulled back, taking his underwear off. He stood up, pulling you to be on your knees.
“Do it like old times.”
You smiled, holding the base with one hand and the other on his thigh, holding it. Your mouth first gave attention to his glans, licking and giving small sucking, earning a groan escaping his lips. Then you started bobbing your head up and down in a steady movement while the hand that held what it didn’t fit did the same. He wanted to hold your head and fuck you into his mouth, but what you were doing was just so good that he let it you give him the pleasure you knew made him dismantle quicker.
Lewis knew if you kept blowing him for longer, he would cum inside your mouth - it wasn’t a bad idea, but he preferred to do it inside of you. So he pulled you out, helping you to stand up and get your torso against the dinner table. One of his hands was against the top of your back while the other positioned himself against your entrance. He pushed inside slowly, knowing he wasn’t the easiest to take in - and he was pretty confident of that, even though you took him for a long time, it still had to get used for a little before moving.
“You’re so… Big.” You whimpered, holding onto the table to not move.
“Calm down sweetie… I’ll be gentle. At first.”
He pushed as much as he could, then stopped and waited for your signal. His hands caressed your bum, giving soft slaps into it and he left kisses around your back. The British knew you would feel better soon, so he patiently waited.
“You… You can fuck me now.” You murmured, holding his right thigh.
“Good girl.”
He started moving slowly, groaning at how tight you felt against him, squeezing him and making such a good feeling around his dick. When Hamilton saw your hips moving too, he knew that he could take it hard.
The movements became fast and rough, the only thing you two could hear was the slap when your bodies met - besides your moans, calling for each other. You cried his name, opening your legs more, with that, one of his hands got into the middle of your legs, his fingers playing with your clit once again.
“I’m gonna cum right inside of you, make you ask for more, baby girl.”
“Oh yes, Lew…” You whined at him. “Fill me up the way only you can do it.”
“Only I can do, what?”
“Fill me up the way only you can do it, sir.”
“That’s better, baby.”
He accelerated his fingers, letting you have your orgasm first so your walls would clench him and he could pound you even harder to cum inside of you - the way he loved it, very tight. The driver pulled out of you, seeing the cum starting to drip out of you, so he took his fingers, cleaning up and pumping inside of you again.
“Not a drop out.” He smiled, pulling you up, leading you to his master bathroom and starting to fill the tub.
You kept quiet, just observing the moment with a feeling of nostalgia and happiness - just like old times, having him calm the adrenaline down with a warm bath and cuddles.
After you two sat inside the hot water, with your back resting against his, Hamilton kept kissing your neck slowly - with no second intentions.
“You enjoyed it?” He murmured.
“Yes, it was so good.” You closed your eyes, running your hands on his arms.
